Into The Distance....
creeping up the bypass, they find me there. fading away, thus known rushes forward; why have you come? and they call, to you in the shade, falling to horizontal in their irises.
a single tear hits, and it's in my system. that long lost lover, my huntress, my ever-longing stalker, how i exchange reality, bolstering my heart upon its shackles. it's time.
then i grin, upon her side, thus running forward, with everlasting love in her eyes.... only set for me, to perish, under blooming ocean, or wispy hyacinth. the grass vomits "pathetic" all over my arms, where is it? where was that one flick; that one that i saw.... when i was a boy?
hard eyes through my chest, "tell us, what are you think?"; please, everlasting meloncholly, mechanized masochism, destroy me from my toes to my earlobes, yet not my chin... i like my chin.
and there you are. just in my peripherals, with it raised on high, my tears can still scream you know. it seems i'll need that meet, in the glowing tide, a heated smile.
where is it now? for are her arms heat?
breathing christmas and five years old, sobbing for that long lost nothing; a choke-hold on my reality, chained in a cage
rain ashes from the sky.
a single tear hits, and it's in my system. that long lost lover, my huntress, my ever-longing stalker, how i exchange reality, bolstering my heart upon its shackles. it's time.
then i grin, upon her side, thus running forward, with everlasting love in her eyes.... only set for me, to perish, under blooming ocean, or wispy hyacinth. the grass vomits "pathetic" all over my arms, where is it? where was that one flick; that one that i saw.... when i was a boy?
hard eyes through my chest, "tell us, what are you think?"; please, everlasting meloncholly, mechanized masochism, destroy me from my toes to my earlobes, yet not my chin... i like my chin.
and there you are. just in my peripherals, with it raised on high, my tears can still scream you know. it seems i'll need that meet, in the glowing tide, a heated smile.
where is it now? for are her arms heat?
breathing christmas and five years old, sobbing for that long lost nothing; a choke-hold on my reality, chained in a cage
rain ashes from the sky.